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“Morning,” I breathe.
His hand slides from my waist to my belly, and he applies pressure there, holding me against his front. That’s when I feel his hard length nestled between the cheeks of my ass. I’m not sure if I should like that, but I do.
I like it a lot.
His hand on my belly slowly slides down and cups between my legs. I whimper at the sensitivity there. It aches, and I have no doubt there is a bit of swelling and it’s feverish there. But that doesn’t stop him.
It doesn’t stop Wells.
I’m not sure if anythingcouldstop him. This man, without a doubt, goes for what he wants and expects to get it, no matter what it is… and he does. He got me, and I’m lying here wondering how the hell I let any of this happen.
Gently, almost as if they are feathery, his fingers stroke between my legs. So light that if I weren’t concentrating or as sore as I am, I probably wouldn’t even feel it. Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck, feeling his hair between them.
I still feel like this is some kind of dream. Nothing about this seems to be real. His lips touch the side of my neck where it meets my shoulder. A shiver breaks out over my skin. This is almost too sweet, the complete opposite of last night.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he murmurs against my neck, his tongue snaking out to taste me there. And I think that’s all he’s going to say, but it isn’t. He continues, and when he does, my breath hitches from his words alone. “I’m going to fuck you on your stomach. Take this cunt again. Own you, Parker. You’re mine now.”
Nobody has ever talked to me like that before, not ever in my life. And I don’t know why, but I like it. Then again, just since knowing he exists, I like everything there is to like about this man. And I don’t think I should.
He seems all kinds of dangerous and scary.
He’s not safe at all. He is nothing like the man I should want for myself, and yet, maybe he’s everything I need at the same time. Not just because he’s sexy, dangerous, and knows what I need to orgasm, but maybe because he has that air about him. He’s in control.
He knows who he is. What he wants. How to get that. While I am a floundering fish with no idea about anything at all.
His fingers continue to move between my legs a little faster, and he consumes me completely all over again. There is nothing in this room except him and me. Our breathing and the blood rushing through my ears are the only things I can hear. The rest of the world has completely vanished.
I keep waiting for him to do what he promised and flip me onto my belly, but at the same time, I’m quite enjoying this position and his hand between my legs as I climb closer and closer toward my release.
The pain ebbs and all I can feel is need. The need to find my release. Pleasure flows through me as I arch my back, pressing my ass against his hard length, causing him to groan in a sexy, sleepy way. I didn’t think he could be sexier, but he really is.
“You do that, and I’ll fuck you there, too, cupcake.”
I’m not sure why, but that sounds amazing. And I have never even contemplated it, but I’ve read enough books to know that there can be pleasure in that. His teeth tug on the lobe of my ear before he whispers.
“Not today. But eventually, and you will like it.”
A chill slides throughout my entire body as he lets out a soft chuckle. He doesn’t stop there, though. He continues to whisper against the shell of my ear, and it sends me over the edge. Just his words, his whispers, everything is too much for me to even attempt to hold back my orgasm.
“Come for me, cupcake. Show me just how good my girl can be. I want to feel your cum on my fingers.”
I grip the back of his neck, my nails digging into his skin as I cry out with my release. I don’t even get a second to come down from my high. He does as promised and flips me onto my stomach.
Reaching forward, I grab hold of the sheets, gripping them in my fingers, and hold on. I’m not sure what’s going to happen. I understand the mechanics, but still, I am nervous about what he’s going to do exactly.
His knees are between mine, and he grips my hips. I expect him to haul me backward, but he doesn’t. He reaches for one of my knees, bending it and shifting it wide as if he’s positioning a doll for his viewing pleasure.
“Lift up on one elbow,” he gently demands.
I do, sinking my teeth into my cheek, wondering what is going to come next. He moves around behind me, shifting his weight around, and he sinks one knee into the mattress beside my straight leg while keeping the other between my thighs, straddling my straight leg.
“Wells?” I ask softly, looking over my shoulder back at him.
He smirks down at me, his fingers wrapped around his hard length. “Grab my arm with your other hand,” he instructs.
Wrapping my fingers around his bicep, I am forced to arch my back a bit more. I’m not sure about this position. Until I feel him slide inside of me. I gasp. His hands are flat on the mattress beside my waist as he begins to move in and out of me slowly.
“Fuck, you feel so good, cupcake.”
